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For a cold rainy day

I once had a Russian boyfriend who was depressed pretty much all of the time. On one of those perfect April days—when the sun is spreading its warmth, flowers are exploding into life, and birds are chirp-chirping away—to cheer him up, I said: “Well, spring is coming!”

While walking the other day, I noticed a similiar tree in bloom and suddenly thought of this post and wonderded if maybe, just maybe this Russian was actually in touch, and meant, “again” in a knowing, bring on the cycle of life sort of way. Then I thought, “Naaaa.” :)